Dads, etc

Son the First was in our bed the other morning. He has a little routine twice a week: wet the bed, strip off, tiptoe into our room and wriggle in between us where it's warm. We wake up with bony limbs in our back and I marvel, every time, at how much space he takes … Continue reading Dads, etc

Superpowers, for dads

The boys in my house wore matching ties today, all three of them. Halfway through the morning rush Henry got upset that his tie wouldn't lie flat like Timothy's. From the bathroom I watched Tim take him on his lap and convince him how fine his tie was, how smart, and most importantly, how incredibly … Continue reading Superpowers, for dads

Outtakes

I know you wish your kid was as good at posing for photographs as mine. Let's take a look at some of his best attempts at a Father's Day card. hey, will you hold this sign? no. (Doggy has already lost the will to live. Sarah and I shortly to follow.) HATE THIS CHAIR AND … Continue reading Outtakes

How to be ten feet tall: a note on Father’s Day

One day last month Tim worked from home. It was one of those days where Henry was still gallivanting downstairs in his vest and socks at 10am, yelling something or other about diggers. 'Henry', I heard Tim say, 'want to come help me work?' Everything went quiet. I looked over the balcony to check he … Continue reading How to be ten feet tall: a note on Father’s Day

Daddy cool

Henry was seventeen hours old. Red, downy skin and a tiny scrunched-up face. He looked just like my baby brother, except for the feet. Wedge-shaped with long toes. Daddy's feet. The first time I saw them was the first time I realised we'd actually made him, between us. Our first night had been endless and … Continue reading Daddy cool